How many chances a day are we given to recognize this—an opportunity to practice sacred presence? Smack dab, right in front of our eyes. We miss so much “now” because we are rushing to “next.” I’m walking with two homies, moving at quite a clip, and outpacing them. “How come I’m forty years older than you guys and you walk all slow?” I ask. They both shrug. “Cuz we’re not in a hurry,” one says.
